Monthly Archives: July 2014


And so here we are again, At the door. And you wait, gracious as you always are, to be invited in. It’s your place really, And these your people too, These people that you’ve given me, Whose hearts I cannot see, Whose thoughts I cannot read, Whose pain I can only surmise Whose lives from sunset to sunrise Are hidden from my eyes. No point really to go in without you. How easily I forget. Father, ripen in me your gifts of grace To do all I do

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